Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1887-12-28

was high and steady, his irresolute mouth
was parted blankly could have wept over
my Jerusalem, thus fallen for the hundredth
time Alas! poor Hippolyte! He moved
slightly, and brushed the fragments of glass
to the floor with his hand. l saw the blood
start from his fingers and went to bind them
up. As l stopped to wind the linen about
them, heard him mutter Miss Whipplef.
name.
Poor fool! He was never farther from her
than at that moment.
Six months ran around, and again | was
seated in the somber salon of Choisy. Miss
Whipple was looking meditatively at the
floor, and presently gave me the result of
her thoughts: Il shall never believe in NJ.
Bonnetheau again"
"Ah, he is not so bad as he SEEMS de-
clared, wondering how be had contrived to
make a faux pas.
HE reminds me of Lucifer,n she contin-
ued q believed Hippolyte would be pleased
with the compliment, and resolved to tell
him Of it, Because" she explained, "he
seems to have fallen from great height He
cannot always have been so low, and yet he
is prouder than Lucifer, for he never men
tons his former state 1t is only vulgar peo-
pie who proclaim what they have been, or
what they have had in the past. NJ Bonnie
theau is not vulgar. Once he asked me-
here she examined the filagree on her wrist
attentively-''fn-
.'Good heavens ma'm'sellei what did he
ask you"
She smiled and blushed profusely. I'VE
he, NJ
say, he proposed to me.p
'And you, ma'm'selle," seized the legs of
my chair, what reply did you maker
II said had no faith in him, and that l
must have unbounded confidence in the
principles of the man to whom l intrusted
my life"
"And probably you have no faith in any
man." l remarked gloomily. Life leaves
young girls in that plight sometimes, if they
| chance to have seen much of the world
She touched my hand timidly. 1t has
| not left me quite so yet"
i caught the little hand-I, Bonnethau's
coach, slave, drudge!-for there was that in
her gentle, lifted eyes which | could not mis-
take l said-but never mind
| That night | flung open the door of Hip
| polyte's apartment with a Nspoleonic mien
and lips bursting to commit their secret, but
the sight of him sileneed me. He was bend
ing over box and smoothing something
yellow in his hands. The object was hair, q
long and shiuing t:ess-
He looked up as Il entered, the expression
of his face gray snSs Specifies.
Where did You get that demanded,
recognizing, as l thought, something in tie
shade and texture OF the tresS.
Il cut it Off
.'Cut it off! When and vhere?n
Once when she stood before me and was
not otherwise,engaged. Wheres think il
was at the ball of the American minister
His voice was subdued, pathetic.
"Hippolyte,H said, tenderly, 'Hippolyte
your blessing! Paris contains no happier
man than your coach tonight. Miss Whip
pler--
Yes, yes" he interrupted, rising; ''th.
mills of the gods grind with exactness. Bles
you, Hendrix, bless your
He walked to the hearth and back again
There was a kindling light in his eyes. Sud
denly he faced about with, Il am inclined d
think this jargon of Comics sham
las you have always DONE" observed
the rocks. 1t is huge balloon, spectacle
at which the French love to gaze; but it is GO
ing to burst some day, and you will live t
see the farce-Comte and his disciples fiyin,
out OF the basket and coming down as imam
as the stick of rocket. In the meantim
we look down and see what is under usl Oh
heavenT He shut his eyes, and throwing OF
the hand had laid on his arm he drained
glass of cognac to the dregs.
Here's to oblivIontn he cried, and wave
his trembling arm, and then and there fel
a sutfocating sense Of something about t
overwhelm me- which l could not stay
1t was not long, indeed before Bonnethea
was called TO pay the wages OF his sins On
day silent for Paris, for 1t was muffied wit
snow He had said nothing through tn
! morning, but toward noon he raised hiInsel
, slightly.
! went to his side He began with a shi1
ering articulation: Its an awful way tbs
t am going-so dark SO horribly darkln An
3 he CROPPED for my hand
There is light, if thou wouldst but see it
: | said, falling into the tender thou Tho
-. hast no time to listen to Comte. Hear IL
: voice that came through the ages Il am Ii
a light of the world ; he that followeth me -
/ But he shook his head imperiously. .
T. have lived Comtist. On my soul, Hendrix
have adored that myth of yours, but it is to
y late to subscribe myself to it now Deaf
= bed Christians! You ask me to Join ii
cowardly tribe! Never l have lived CONT.
Il dier-
, Christian, say it. believe it, Hippolyte
, But his lips remained closed There was
sill NJ h.,